He'd been just about ready to set out for the morning, wheeling his bicycle out of the door of his apartment building, when all Hell had broken loose. For a half second, he had been certain that this was another one of his Memories manifesting, based on how similar it was to what he had experienced, but it only took a moment for him to realize that, while he was standing on the front steps of his building, across the street, it was snowing. Not only was it snowing, but a massive, endless swath of ice desert and rocky outcroppings stretched out for miles before him under an unforgiving sky. The sound of what was unmistakably blaster fire filled the air somewhere nearby, and he drove out of the way just in time to dodge an errant blaster bolt that hit the building behind him. He hit the pavement hard, but managed to avoid any large injury or abrupt death.
"Bloody hell!"
Knees smarting and hands scraped, he jerked up from the pavement and a rush of...elation and amazement washed through him. His suit and tie were rumpled now, his hair a mess - He really should have been terrified, but this...this!
This was -
Familiar. I know this. Well. Not these robots, but this. Earth. Invasion. Planetary weirdness. I know this. I -
Bicycle forgotten, John turned and began to rush down the sidewalk, noticing then how otherwise empty the streets were. No one was running, very little screaming - just these robots, and the weird patches of landscape intermingled with that he knew as New York -
He began to fumble for his phone, hoping to find something on the Network, text Jack, something! Anything! He could just see robots of some sort filing down the street, looking armed to the proverbial teeth, robotic voices shouting in the air. It was both familiar - and yet wasn't at all. Almost as if he had seen something like this once, as if in a dream, but it hadn't been quite like this. Earth, yes, but the city felt wrong, the shape of the robots was wrong, the blaster fire...His blood rushed in his veins, the thrill of the moment overtaking him.
"Hello! Hello, yes! Yes, are you seeing this?" He was shouting into the phone, not even sure if he was on the Network, on a call, or just shouting at the device fruitlessly.
John - Open to Any
He'd been just about ready to set out for the morning, wheeling his bicycle out of the door of his apartment building, when all Hell had broken loose. For a half second, he had been certain that this was another one of his Memories manifesting, based on how similar it was to what he had experienced, but it only took a moment for him to realize that, while he was standing on the front steps of his building, across the street, it was snowing. Not only was it snowing, but a massive, endless swath of ice desert and rocky outcroppings stretched out for miles before him under an unforgiving sky. The sound of what was unmistakably blaster fire filled the air somewhere nearby, and he drove out of the way just in time to dodge an errant blaster bolt that hit the building behind him. He hit the pavement hard, but managed to avoid any large injury or abrupt death.
"Bloody hell!"
Knees smarting and hands scraped, he jerked up from the pavement and a rush of...elation and amazement washed through him. His suit and tie were rumpled now, his hair a mess - He really should have been terrified, but this...this!
This was -
Familiar. I know this. Well. Not these robots, but this. Earth. Invasion. Planetary weirdness. I know this. I -
Bicycle forgotten, John turned and began to rush down the sidewalk, noticing then how otherwise empty the streets were. No one was running, very little screaming - just these robots, and the weird patches of landscape intermingled with that he knew as New York -
He began to fumble for his phone, hoping to find something on the Network, text Jack, something! Anything! He could just see robots of some sort filing down the street, looking armed to the proverbial teeth, robotic voices shouting in the air. It was both familiar - and yet wasn't at all. Almost as if he had seen something like this once, as if in a dream, but it hadn't been quite like this. Earth, yes, but the city felt wrong, the shape of the robots was wrong, the blaster fire...His blood rushed in his veins, the thrill of the moment overtaking him.
"Hello! Hello, yes! Yes, are you seeing this?" He was shouting into the phone, not even sure if he was on the Network, on a call, or just shouting at the device fruitlessly.